"I hope you will soon realise how lovely it is for you to wear such nicethings, starting with my own nice things here, while you are beingpunished," s...id Grandma Agatha, clipping his other suspenders as hersecond stocking was smoothed up his leg."B-But I don't want to be a girl," mewled the boy, forgetting for amoment that he was supposed to be crying. His penis, in the meantime,stood rather more stiffly above the bottom edge of his corselet as thepleasant tightness of his stockings distracted. Anyways, back to my mom. She is divorced and has been pretty much a fuck buddy for all of her guy friends who pretty much use her for one thing, sex. It used to bother me that my mom was such a whore but I've grown to like it. I can hear her down the hall when she fucks these guys in the middle of the night. I have an audio hour long show pretty much every night for my jacking pleasure.Let me give you a visual of my mom. She is about 5'5", a little thick, with blond curly hair down to her. Its internet connection was a bit slower though, as I had to connect it through the landline telephone. The PC in our son’s room was connected through cableChapter 2 It was Monday , but I was relaxed as I had taken leave. Later, I was planning to go out for lunch with my wife. Nikhil was not expected back from school until 2.30 pm Jyoti was taking her bath to get ready , when my mobile phone rang “Hello, Ajit here” I spoke into the phone “Ajit, Good morning Subramanium here” It was my boss on. He pounded into her, pulling her back and impaling her once again. Might she bruise as she slammed into the table? Did she care? Maybe at some level, but she’d worry about it later. With each thrust she was forced into the wrought iron edge. She tried to push back against him, but he was so powerful. He yanked her back then banged her again forward to crash against the table. Her cunt was so full of rock hard cock she wanted it to last forever. The act had nothing to do with love or simple.